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♪ Our house ♪ in middle of this tree ♪ our house

Who: Everyone
What: The first morning of an adventure begins.
Where: Home
When: Day 1
Other: Be courteous and warn for any of the usuals in your thread subject title if it gets to that point.

You wake up to a serene and idyllic morning.

Outside, a pleasant glow from the sun fills the room including the small crannies in which the beds are tucked. All windows have been latched close, but it's easy to see a gentle breeze ruffling the leaves of branches which loom overhead. Faintly, bird song can be heard from outside. In this place, it'd be a simple matter to close your eyes again and drift back to sleep.

There's simply one problem: this is not where you last went to sleep.

Waking up properly will display not only how the picturesque and cozy little room stands out in stark contrast to where you should be, but that you are sharing this space with someone else. Depending on things, they might be very mundane or very... unusual. Either way, they seem just as bewildered as you are. The good news is that at least all the things you immediately had on you at the time are right nearby the foot of your bed along with what seems like a small gift- a small pouch of some sort of coin. (500 Lucre, although that might not be immediately realized anytime soon.)

Exploring the rest of the house shows it to be otherwise quite empty, except for some writing utensils and paper in what appears to be the study along with basic kitchen tools in, well, the kitchen. There's no food, however, and no decoration. Venturing outside onto the grounds reveals an expansive but not particularly well tended estate including another building that is fairly run down. Attempting to venture down the path from the front door out into the world reveals... well. Nothing. It's a fruitless endeavor.

However, not for long.

Hajime Iwaizumi will be the one to find what appear to be a few discarded children's toy blocks. The Colorblocks immediately seem off in some way, strange even as they should seem inconspicuous. Something about them will compel him to pick them up. The nature of this apparent toy will not be obvious until he ventures near the edge of Home himself. A sound, almost like distant bellchimes, will start to emit from the Colorblocks.

When exposed to the air, suddenly they emit a glow and shoot off into the sky with all the brilliance of a falling star. Its trail is both noticeable and easy to follow, curving an arc through the sky until it falls some distance away... and its impact bursts an aurora of colors through the distant and dimmer sky, encircling the site. As the whirlwind of color fades, what appears to be a town can be just made out...

That is the town of Domina.

Some OOC notes:
➸ Prior to the activation of the Colorblocks, the only books which will be filled out in the Study will be "Artifacts" and "Visitors".
➸ After Domina has been unlocked and some characters have explored the town, "People" and "Locations" will be filled out in the Study as well.
➸ To see who your character is initially rooming with, check the Home page. These rooming assignments are not permanent or mandatory by any means, and characters can change them whenever. Officially letting me know will be present and explained in the next mod post coming in a week's time, but for now we can play it relaxed and loose. Just don't burn down the tree in the meantime.

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[The Judge simply stares back, as perfectly at ease as ever.]

Indeed. My eloquence is an attribute of myself that I take quite some pride in. With our arrival to this plan of existence already one which bewilders and confounds most all of us recent arrivals, is my verbosity really that queerest fact?

[Kuroo laughs a little, in complete disbelief.] You know, it just might be? Where I come from, animals don't talk. And then suddenly there's you, and I think you talk better than I do. [A momentary pause, and then a quirk of his lips.] Or at least you use bigger words.

[He tilts his head.] I guess since you can talk, though, I can just ask. Is it okay if I pet you?

With the capability at my clawtips, would it not be a waste if I refrained from being so loquacious?

[Still, he seems very pleased at the compliment if the purr tinting the edge of his words is any indication.]

Normally, without introductions of some sort to establish familiarity and keep my standards established, I would be hesitant, but I shall admit that even I am not immune to base flattery. You have my permission.

I didn't mean it as flattery; it's just a fact. I definitely don't talk on that level. [But Kuroo steps closer still and lightly runs a hand down the Judge's back.]

...I've never petted a talking cat before. It's kind of weird petting an animal that can tell you exactly how they feel about it... [He seems bemused, but clearly it's not so off-putting that he's not willing to give it a try.] Always liked cats, though.

[Well, he’s certainly taking it as flattery regardless of the intent, so good job Kuroo. As he enjoys the strokes along his spine and purrs to show it, the Judge squints open his eyes.]

I can confidently assess that you are the type of individual whose quality attracts the feline persuasion in return. That is to say, I would dub you a 'cat person'.

You're not wrong. [Kuroo grins.] Cats are kind of our team theme.

Any particular kind of petting you like? Ear scritches, petting under the chin, stuff like that? [Normally one has to feel out a cat's boundaries in this area. Kuroo almost has to restrain himself from doing that automatically; with a cat that can talk, and that can establish its own boundaries, it feels weird to touch it without permission or asking it what it likes.

...well, he. Probably a he, judging by the voice, although honestly who knows if talking cats work the same way as humans in that regard? But he supposes thinking of the cat as 'it' isn't kind, either. It's kind of a mental stumbling block, thinking of an animal in the same respectful manner as one would another person, but when the animal clearly has at least human-level sentience and the ability to communicate, it only seems appropriate to treat him like a person. Just...a very small, unusually shaped person.]

I'm Kuroo Tetsurou, by the way. What's your name?

Then you have made a stupendous choice in representation, if I may say so.

[Humility? What's that? He's a cat, that's for squares.]

Please direct all strokes towards the back of my ear, thank you. As for what you may address me as, the Judge shall do.

Which ear? Or does either one work? [Kuroo shifts his attentions to just behind the Judge's right ear without waiting for an answer, simply because he assumes that if the Judge specifically didn't want him touching either ear, he'd have warned him immediately. At worst, he might prefer one over the other, but that's a correction he can make at any time.]

And yeah. 'Neko' means cat, so the association wasn't really by choice, but I probably wouldn't have picked anything different if someone had let me decide it for myself.

[The only answer is a long, rumbling, motor engine rivaling purrrrrrrrrr. Seriously, Kuroo is likely to feel this right down to his bones as he ferries attention onto the Judge.]

[Kuroo chuckles.] Well, if you do have a preference, I must've guessed right.

[And Kuroo will just continue petting the Judge for awhile. Partly because he likes cats, and partly because this is at least a familiar and soothing activity and the Judge's purring makes it even more so. Some meditative calm is welcome in these uncertain and confusing circumstances.

Kuroo's holding together very well, but that doesn't mean he's not bothered at all.]

[For a good few minutes or so, the Judge will keep up the purr and permit the petting. Soon, however, one hind paw comes up to bat at Kuroo’s fingertips.]

Mmmrrr, that has been satisfactory, thank you.

[Kuroo stops promptly upon request, tucking his hand back into his pockets.]

So just out of curiosity...what does a talking cat eat? I don't know if it's the same kind of thing a normal cat does. Either way, there doesn't seem to be a whole lot of food indoors.

You need not concern yourself with how I shall sustain myself. If need be, I shall return to my predatory heritage and corner any creature of which is sufficient size. However, I imagine such matters are much more difficult for a human being. Would you prefer I share my spoils on your bed?

[He’ll totally leave a dead mouse for you, Kuroo.]

Nah. I appreciate the offer, but the kind of things that would fill you up wouldn't go far with me. It's better if you make full use of them. [Kuroo shrugs easily.]

I think we bipeds will figure something out.

Well, if you happen to have a change of mind or change of stomach, do alert me. It would be little trouble. For now, however, I suppose we have other matters which to concern ourselves with.

Yeah. I still want to know how we got here, and how we're supposed to get home. I don't know if you had any pressing business back where you came from, but my friends and I have school and competitions and family.

I can understand your distress, even if the situation from which I have been plucked from is nowhere near as dire. [And in fact, this works out better for him, but it seems rude to say that.] I have yet to discover anything of note yet, but, should you require access to a place too large for one of your race, I will gladly offer to go in your stead.

I'd worry about sending you someplace potentially unsafe, but that's because it's hard to wrap my thinking around the idea of a cat that's on the same intelligence level as me. [He smirks after a moment.] Possibly above it. No offense meant. Cats just don't communicate with people in my world, and as far as any human can tell they're not actually able to. So it's...an adjustment.

But yeah - you might be outweighed by things a little easier than me, but you've got the brains to look out for yourself. I don't want to patronize you.

Lay to rest your concerns and troubles over my abilities of self preservation. Before my arrival, constantly my life was threatened by brutal and vicious beings which lashed out at anybeing that thrived which was not themselves.
If not much else, my species is that which has done well when it comes to fleeing confrontation.

Sounds like you came from a pretty rough place. [Kuroo tilts his head.] Is here an improvement?

Indeed. Although, in line with my experiences, very few planes of existence would be retrogressive in comparison to biting and suffocating stagnation.

Dangerous and boring? [Kuroo raises an eyebrow.] That sounds hard to pull off.

A world of monochrome, no other life, and highly malicious and violent entities- can it be called any other?

Wait - how can there be no other life, but there's violent entities? [Kuroo tilts his head. He picked up on that contradiction immediately.]

[Quietly, he observes Kuroo carefully before choosing his words.]

A creature may exist, but it need not be living.

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